Fated To The Lycan Beast Novels & Stories

I asked, walking closer to where Elijah stood, clenching my fists. "I am sorry I couldn't find her,he said. "We are looking into the possible places she could go, but so far, we have come up with nothing." Of course, this was what the problem was. Where could she possibly go to? She only had Nightfang to go to and I was clearly sure that she would never go back there, even if her life depended on it. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this worried in my entire life as a Lycan lord. I couldn't think straight, and this was going to affect me in the long run if I didn't take care of it.

He glanced at Selena, who sat beside him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Levi's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "Though now extinct, they were one of the first breeds of werewolves. Which later created the breeds of Lycans." The air crackled with a newfound energy, tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear. The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible.

My body is betraying me, responding to his presence with a hunger that makes me want to vomit. Because he's the one. The one the Moon Goddess chose for me. The man who ordered my parents' deaths. The monster who burned my world. And he feels nothing. I can see it in his face. He knows. He absolutely knows. Lycans sense the mate bond instantly, stronger than werewolves ever do. He felt it the second he walked in. And he doesn't care. My body convulses. Bones crack and reform as the bond tries to force a partial shift. Crystal screams, grabbing my shoulders, trying to hold me down.

“Aiden, you are making it sound worse than it is.” I still didn’t understand what I had walked in too. He had looked so happy when he ran by us with the rabbit. Quickly looking around, I couldn’t see it anywhere. It takes me a second to realise that the blood on his face was the blood of the rabbit. “Aiden, all Lycan’s go through this.” “All Lycan’s go through what?” I ask, “A feral stage. It normally happens just before they are about to shift. Sort of like how jealousy is what turns you, your first time.”

“I didn’t mean to stir anything up. I just didn’t realize Marissa was still... bitter.” Still bitter? She was baiting me. But I’d bled enough. I sipped my drink. “It takes real talent to steal a man and still look like the consolation prize. At least I dodged the STD you probably share.” Her eyes narrowed, but before she could snap back, the room fell silent. The Lycans had arrived. Heads lowered. Even I, despite everything, bowed my head. Lycans were stronger than werewolves in every way.

Lykos, humbled by her benevolence, accepted her offer without hesitation. Luna raised her delicate hand, casting a radiant light that enveloped Lykos' form. The air crackled with energy as his body underwent a profound transformation. His muscles rippled with newfound strength, and a wildness flickered in his eyes. In that moment, Lykos became the first of a new breed of beings—a Lycan.

Tiptoeing he climbed down from his bed and walked towards the sliding window to close it tightly. The moment he stood in front of the open space, a wave of fresh rain splashed on his face. Lycan woke up growling like a mad one. He went out of control and Leonard couldn't control him. He was fighting to come out but he wasn't ready for that. Iris was utterly injured and in such case of Lycan came out, things might take an ugly turn. His family was once cursed by a witch to be mateless. Since then they were depending on the breeder until one breeder became a mate during the time of his ancestors.

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.

“He may be your fated mate but he Is not your destined mate, over my body will I allow him get fated to you.” “He is your fated mate but not your destined mate, lycans are dangerous and wicked. “They don’t deserve to have anything with the werewolves and I won’t let you create any friendship because he is your mate. “Mom please, just bless the union because he is my mate.” I pleaded with her with tears already on my eyes. “I am never blessing the union, the only union I am blessing is the union between you and your arranged Alpha.” “Tell your so called Lycan mate to stay away from you and be ready for your Luna ceremony.

But what he didn't know was that Darach didn't have any mate to make proud. When a Lycan's other half borns he can feel it deep in his bones that someone's there for him to protect and provide. Like every lycan Darach felt when she was born. Like a lovesick puppy, he went to an Oracle. It's hard to find one and they are bat shit crazy but he found one only for her to tell Darach that his mate's death. Dead before he had a chance to know her. . . I'm blessed that I didn't meet her before she died. Because in my kind once a lycan meets his soulmate he's bound to her. He can't bed another because his beast won't let him get hard for anyone other than his mate just like Connor...